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Erotic Nerima Encounters	By : hsaotome Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 35793 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Erotic Nerima Encounters
by H. Saotome
MF, Rape, BDSM, Anal, Oral.
Chapter 7. The Japanese Nanniichuan
Tempers were running high on both sides of the argument. On the one side were the girls of Furinkan High class 1-F, led by Akane Tendo, angry at the invasion of their locker room by Ranma Saotome. Even worse, he had done so while they were in states of partial undress, and despite the traps they had set to keep out such a pervert after they had become suspicious. That the evil old gnome Happosai had put in a temporary appearance was merely the icing on the cake.
On the other side of the argument was Ranma Saotome, gender changer extraordinaire. From his point of view, all he was attempting to do was to find a cure for the curse which caused him to change into a female, and these girls were merely in his way. The map obtained by his rival Ryoga indicated that this cure, known as the Japanese Nanniichuan, was right under their feet here in the locker room.
In the middle was Ryoga Hibiki, bearer of a similar curse which caused him to change into a pig, a fact known only to Ranma among those here in this room. On the one hand he wanted the cure just as badly, and had been equally instrumental in penetrating the girls locker room. On the other hand, his short attention span had caused him to fight with Ranma on the excuse of "protecting" the girls.
So there Ranma was facing Akane inside the locker room, Ryoga lying on the floor between them, and all the other girls watching through the doorway to see what would happen next.
"Listen to me!" Ranma shouted. "The only reason I'm in here is to find the Nanniichuan!"
"What?!" Akane cried, shocked. "Are you trying to tell me there's a spring of drowned man here, under the girls locker room?!" She gave him a weird look. "Are you sure?"
The other girls all looked around at one another. The expressions on their faces stated as clearly as words, Bullshit. He's just trying to peep on us.
Ranma leaned closer, his face filling Akane's view. "Look me in the eyes. Do I look like I'm lying? Have I ever lied to you?"
This was perhaps not the brightest thing to say, seeing as how in the past hour he had twice used his cursed form to try to sneak into the locker room as a girl.
Akane pushed her own face nose to nose with his. "Yes!" she yelled, answering both questions at once. "And if you have to lie, at least have the decency to come up with a better one!" With that she kicked him, knocking him across the room.
Ranma spun back, unhurt, prepared to continue the argument. However, at that moment Ryoga leaped up, ready to resume the fight, and punched Ranma in the face. "You bastard, Ranma! Why are you doing this?" He swung again.
This time Ranma blocked, and connected with his own punch. "The Nanniichuan idiot! Remember? That's why we're here!"
They exchanged more blows and kicks, most of them blocked and neither one gaining an advantage. Ranma continued with his complaint. "Damn it!You're the one that brought the map in the first place. We tracked it here together! But now you want to pretend to be oh so virtuous!"
"Ryoga?" Akane called out, the tone of her voice making the two combatants pause. "Is it true? There is a Nanniichuan here? And you brought the map? To help Ranma?"
Ryoga could only thank his lucky stars that Akane believed the latter, and hadn't realized that he brought the map to help himself.
A couple of girls walked up to Akane and whispered in her ear. Her expression grew angry again as she turned to face both boys.
"That's no excuse for breaking in to the locker room while we were in here changing!" she pointed out loudly. "You could have come back after school! You could have just told us and asked!"
Ryoga gulped, finding himself on the receiving end of Akane's furious glare. Even if that glare was shared with Ranma, Ryoga was more accustomed to Ranma being the sole recipient. He began trying to stammer an apology.
Ranma leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Good thing she's kind of thick, isn't it P-chan?"
Ryoga spun and punched, infuriated at Ranma's use of the pet name for his cursed pig form. Unfortunately for him, Ranma dodged and he missed. Then Ranma grabbed his arm, and yelled, "You're hitting the wrong spot!" With a spin he yanked downward, punching Ryoga's fist into the spot on the floor he had determined as the target location from the map. The floor shattered under the force of the blow.
Akane had had enough. "Both of you ... get ... out!"
She kicked and sent the two boys flying. They smashed through the window and landed in the swimming pool. Curses activated by the cold water, they climbed out as a girl and a pig. Ryoga squealed in anger but had gotten turned around, bringing his poor sense of direction into play. He took off running, and in moments had passed out the front gate of the school. Ranma stared contemplatively toward the shattered window of the locker room, off in the distance.
The other girls gathered around Akane, staring down at the hole in the floor of their locker room. "Damn those two!" Akane remarked. "Look at the mess they made," Sayuri complained.
As they looked down, they felt a vibration begin in their feet. A moment later a rumbling sound was heard. Before anyone could question what was going on, a geyser of water erupted from the hole, striking the ceiling and splashing across the entire room. Within moments the room had been filled to a depth of a couple of meters, with all of the girls desperately swimming upward to try to find air to breathe. Except for Akane, who couldn't swim, and whose feet remained stubbornly planted on the floor.
Just as quickly as the water had come, it drained back into the hole, leaving the room wet but not severely damaged. The hole itself had grown slightly, so that it was now a little over a meter in diameter. The water settled down to fill the hole, the surface a few centimeters lower than the floor.
The classmates stared at one another. Their chests were noticeably flatter than they had been moments before.
Noticing an odd sensation, a few of them pulled out the front of their gym shorts and underpants. They shrieked at what they beheld within. Additional shrieks echoes around the room as the others caught on and confirmed that they were all now boys!
At that moment, Ranma poked her head in the door, looking to see if everything was all right. She'd heard a noise and seen a spray of water emerge from the high window, unsure what it meant. She was relieved to see her classmates standing around, seemingly safe and sound.
"Ranma!" Akane's voice was quiet, but made of pure steel. It also sounded deeper than usual.
Ranma swallowed hard. She wasn't sure she had ever seen Akane as angry as she appeared to be right now. Not even when Shampoo had returned, claiming Ranma as her husband. She raised her hands underneath her chin and tried to make puppy eyes, the picture of someone who deserved forgiveness. Part of her awareness noted that something seemed a little odd about the girls, but she didn't give it much thought.
"Let's go have a talk in the gym, Ranma," Akane suggested, her tone indicating it was anything but a suggestion. His primary thought at the moment was that there was no way in hell Ranma was going to be given the reward of the Nanniichuan immediately after cursing Akane himself and all of the other one-time-girls in the class.
As they herded Ranma in front of them, the classmates whispered among themselves. Selected representatives then whispered in Akane's ear. Akane appeared to think about it, but then gave a sharp nod. He was enraged beyond belief, as it appeared were all of the others, and all of them felt Ranma needed to be punished. Severely.
A couple of them ran back to the locker room. They came back with a massage table. They set it down beside Ranma who looked at it uncomprehendingly, then looked around at the half class - the allegedly female half - in the otherwise empty gym.
"So what's up?" she asked nervously.
"We want to ... talk," Sayuri answered. He patted the table. "Hop up here."
Ranma had no idea what was going on, but figured she'd better cooperate. She just couldn't handle angry girls, and usually took the approach of either doing what they wanted or running away if they turned violent. There was no sign of violence yet, so she jumped up and sat on the table.
"Lie down," another classmate said through gritted teeth. "On your back."
Still being cooperative, Ranma did so. A moment later her hands and feet were grabbed, ropes were produced, and she found herself bound to the table. Her arms were stretched up and behind her head somewhere, wrists tied down very securely and with no leverage to break the bindings. Both her ankles and knees had been tied along the sides of the table, forcing her legs to be widely spread. Ranma felt her nervousness increase considerably. Running was no longer an option if things turned violent. Nor would she wish to hurt any of these girls, of whom Akane was the only martial artist. And that was assuming she could even find a way to break free, which might be possible but wouldn't be very easy.
"We're very angry with you, Ranma," a voice from the crowd said coldly.
"Furious," confirmed a second, frost seeming to form in the air when he spoke.
"Utterly enraged," agreed a third. His eyes glinted, kind of like laser beams, Ranma imagined.
"Of course, Ryoga's to blame too," Akane pointed out, his lip curling in a snarl with how upset he was. "Just nowhere near as much as you are. Still, he will pay, if and when he dares to return. Believe me, we'll think of something. But right now, it's time for you to be taught a lesson. To realize there areconsequences for stupidity."
"Um," Ranma looked around, speaking hesitantly. "What exactly are you blaming me for?"
Akane couldn't quite believe himself that he did so, but he pulled all of his clothes off, right there in the gym. He stood in front of Ranma, completely naked.
Ranma's eyes bugged out. Instead of the cute girl she expected, whose nude body she had glimpsed before, there stood a boy. A boy with Akane's face, though she could now see it was more rugged and masculine. A boy totally lacking in the small but luscious breasts she had seen before. A boy with a massive erection standing horizontally out from his body, twenty-five centimeters or more in length and proportionally thick, with a pair of heavy balls hanging below. A drop of precum oozed from the tip.
"H-How?" Ranma asked, eyes widening even further as the other "girls" also stripped, revealing their own equally large cocks.
"Are you really that stupid, Ranma?" Akane asked scornfully.
It was really shock more than stupidity, and Ranma groaned at the obvious conclusion. She and Ryoga had broken through to the Nanniichuan, and all the girls had been drenched with its waters. Worse, she herself wasn't there when the waters came out, and so was not yet cured. She hoped that the spring was still there, her cure just a short distance away.
"I ... I'm really sorry," she apologized. "Could you, um, let me go now? So I can go get cured?"
The new boys gathered around her all stared in disbelief. "Just like that?" Yuka asked disbelievingly. "Sorry. Too bad. Now can I be cured while all of you stay cursed?"
"Um ... yes?" Ranma suggested hopefully. She winced as all of the eyes staring at her suddenly became much harder.
Akane shook his head disdainfully. "Consequences, Ranma. There are going to be a couple of them. First of all, we're going to put a guard over the spring in the middle of our locker room. Both to make sure no one falls in by accident, and to make sure you can't get to it. If you try to get past us even once, we'll do everything in our power to drain the spring so that you never get the cure. Understood? If you want it, you need to find a way to get Nyanniichuan water shipped here first. Enough to cure every one of us girls. Once we're cured, then we'll let you have your cure."
The look on Akane's face, and all of the others, was so frightening that Ranma could only nod her head. While trying to think of how to get in touch with the Jusenkyo guide, and pay the huge costs involved. And if she found a way, maybe get a cask of Nanniichuan from Jusenkyo thrown in as well, just in case her classmates here were still angry.
"That's the first consequence. Here's the second. Because of your total thoughtlessness and carelessness, we're all cursed now to be boys. Well, we think you should enjoy the fruits of your labor. So, Ranma, we're going to help you learn just what it is that boys like to do with girls."
Ranma's eyes circled around her, staring at all the cocks pointed in her direction. She fought back a whimper. "That's okay. You don't haveta go to the trouble," she tried.
"Oh, no trouble at all," Sayuri said sweetly. He and another student stepped forward, took hold of Ranma's tank top, and tore it off of her body. Another pair of girls did the same to her boxer shorts.
"Come on girls," Ranma pleaded timidly, "enough joking around."
"You forget, we're not girls right now," Akane pointed out. By group consent he was to have first crack at his fiancee. He climbed up onto the table between Ranma's legs.
"Akane ..." Ranma tried to buy time while tensing the muscles in her arms and legs, seeking leverage. As she feared, there was so little that it was going to take a lengthy effort to break free, and many eyes would be watching as she tried. She continued speaking, hoping to delay what was happening. "Don't you think this is, y'know, backward?"
"Yes, Ranma, I do know," Akane assured her. "And you know what? It's your fault!"
With that the muscular boy leaned down, his large cock falling with a heavy thwack upon the red furred mound. Drawing back, he slid the head up and down along the girl's labia, spreading the lips and coating it with slickness. Then he positioned it at the opening, all too familiar with the exact location he sought.
Extremely worried now, Ranma burst out, "You don't wanna do this!"
"Yeah, actually, I do," Akane replied. Then he thrust forward.
Ranma's screech echoed around the gym. She'd had no idea the pain would be so sharp and intense when her maidenhead was torn away. This was followed by an immediate and terribly wrong sensation of fullness.
"H-Hang on!" she begged. "Slow down!"
"Sure," Akane grunted. "Why not?"
So saying, he halted his forward progress. He then resumed, pushing forward slowly. The hefty staff between his legs to which he'd been so recently introduced slid further in to the wonderful tightness, one little bit at a time. The feeling was indescribable, and fantastic to a mind blowing degree. At length he bottomed out, and paused to take some deep breaths.
Dimly Akane wondered what had possessed him. Aside, of course, from an incredible fury and compulsion to punish Ranma. Did boys need to constantly deal with this intense drive, this need to use their pricks and empty their balls? Perhaps he had been too hasty in calling them perverts when he was a girl. While still expecting them to be able to control themselves, he had to admit that the urge to overpower this little girl underneath him was immensely strong, and that controlling this urge would be a task even in the absence of the anger currently driving him.
Akane proceeded to fuck the little red-haired tart, gradually moving faster and faster, pumping himself in and out forcefully. Ranma whined and whimpered at first, squirming as if trying hopelessly to escape. But soon she was bucking her own hips up to match Akane's rhythm, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat. Several minutes after beginning, a whispered "harder" escaped Ranma's lips.
This proved too much for Akane, who slammed his hips forward one last time and held that position. Surges traveled along his cock as multiple blasts of thick cum slammed into the end of Ranma's cunt and squeezed around to occupy the nonexistent space between the walls of that cunt and the massive organ which filled it.
When he was sure that every drop available had been dumped inside Ranma, Akane slowly withdrew, his semi-erect manhood flopping down against the table as it pulled free. He climbed off to stand at the end, pausing a moment to make sure his legs would hold him. Then he stepped back and with a grin announced, "Next?"
Ranma's closed eyes fluttered open. "Wait. What?" came hoarsely out of her mouth.
Yuka shoved several other newly made males aside to stand at the base of the table, staring into Ranma's no longer virginal opening, still spread open and with white cream already leaking out. He wasted no time climbing up and positioning his own large tool at that opening.
"Hang on. Let's talk ... aaah!"
Yuka plunged forward, spearing Ranma fully in one thrust. He paused for a moment to enjoy this utterly new sensation, finally divining why Hiroshi was never satisfied no matter how often she let him do this to her back when she was a girl. And also cursing Hiroshi for not knowing how to use his own dick well enough to make it feel just as good for her girl parts. Now Yuka proceeded to demonstrate how it should be done, screwing Ranma's brains right out of her pretty head, leaving her drowning in bliss.
A few minutes later when Yuka tensed up and gave Ranma another injection of man cream, the redhead returned to awareness only to realize that she had again lost focus, relaxing into the pleasurable sensations and failing to work on gaining leverage to break her bonds. She tried to tense the appropriate muscles, only to groan at the sight of Sayuri climbing onto the table. A Sayuri with a flat six pack and a chiseled, handsome face, with a dick swinging underneath him that might make a horse green with envy. "Keep that thing away from me," Ranma begged without much hope.
Indeed, Sayuri only offered her a tight smile before lining himself up. There was no sudden thrust this time. The thick head pried Ranma's labia open, then expanded her still tight hole. Pressing forward, Sayuri slowly worked it inside the girl, one small shove at a time. Ranma groaned loudly the entire way, until it was finally buried as deep as it would go. Then the fucking truly began.
"Holy ... shit!" Ranma grunted. "You're ... turning me ... inside out!"
"Nah, but this is better than I thought it'd be," the new boy told her. "And I'm gonna kick Daisuke's ass the next time I see him. Of course, he does have the disadvantage of not being hung anywhere near as well as I am now. What I'd really like is to give him the same curse as you, and then do this with him-her."
"Be my guest to ... go figure out a way," Ranma suggested between pants.
"First things first," Sayuri said, trying to speed up without much success. He did manage to pump more forcefully, while leaning back to observe how Ranma's cunt lips were stretched thin around his organ. Somehow the sight sent him over the edge, and with a couple of more thrusts he made a large contribution toward the effort of filling Ranma's womb.
The gang bang continued, with Ranma's protests becoming weaker and weaker. Most of the one time girls screwed their new dicks in Ranma's pussy, but a few experimented with other approaches. They didn't quite dare at first to loosen the bindings to get to her ass, but some did choose to use her mouth for their pleasure, firing their copious quantities of seed down her throat. A couple mashed her tits around their dicks and humped her like that, over her renewed complaints, and ended by covering her face thoroughly with sticky goo.
After everyone had a turn and they were well into the second round, a discussion among the watchers concluded that Ranma was now too out of it to offer much resistance. They loosened the ropes on her feet, pulled her legs back up along her body, and tied them in place. This lifted her ass above the table top.
Despite the long crusade against perversion, it was Akane who introduced Ranma to the latest technique. He scooped up the combined fluids leaking out of the girl and smeared them over both her asshole and his cock. Pressing the head against the rear opening, he pushed forward and popped inside.
Ranma's eyes jerked open, though unable to see much through the film of spunk covering them. "W-Wait!" she sputtered, "Wrong hole!"
Akane paused for a moment, gazing down. "It looks to me like the one I was aiming for," he announced. Then he pressed forward again, sinking half of his length inside.
"Arrrrgggh!" was the only response this got.
As he pushed himself in the rest of the way, Akane leaned forward. He whispered, "I hope you're enjoying the consequences of your efforts today. I know I am."
Ranma hadn't realized, or imagined, that it could feel good to have something in herself back there. Yet it did. And at the same time it was just oh sowrong! But the waves of pleasure were washing over her again, and she felt herself once more sinking into the half aware daze, building up toward still another orgasm.
Akane had to hold back from plunging in too hard, worried that he might hurt the girl despite her martial arts toughness. With a loud groan and one last shove forward he hissed, "Here you go! Take it, slut!"
"Oh, fuck!" Ranma screamed, the climax blasting through her like a lightning bolt as she felt her bowels filled. She was still trembling as the large tool was withdrawn, leaving her feeling very empty. Not really aware of what she was saying, she asked, "More?"
And they gave her more. One girl-turned-boy after another. Several plowed her ass as Akane had. Others dumped second and third loads of cum in her overflowing cunt. A couple of more used her mouth or tits, adding still more layers of jism to her face, or additional helpings in her stomach.
Much time passed, but eventually all the boys were sitting, leaning, or barely standing around the table, their dicks finally hanging limply and their balls drained. Ranma lay upon the table, still tied in place - a complete mess. A puddle of cum was between her legs, with more pumping out of both her twat and ass in small quantities with each breath she took. Semen was matted in her pubic hair and streaked across her thighs, smeared in a film over her tits, and absolutely coated her face with her tongue occasionally pushing small amounts out of her mouth from between her lips. The hair atop her head was nearly as matted with the stuff as the hair above her slit.
The boys untied Ranma, but left her on the table. Akane leaned close and said, "I suggest you go clean up with some hot water, but don't think of coming near our locker room. Remember what we said. You want your cure, first you need to arrange for our cure. Don't try to get in before then, or you'll regret it. Even if we have to destroy the spring."
"C'mon guys," he said to the rest. "Let's go find some hot water in our locker room. It's time we got back to what we should be." With that they departed the gym, leaving Ranma behind, lying on the table and trying to regain coherent thought.
There was a consequence of their own actions which they had not foreseen. As Ranma lay there, twinges of pleasure still echoing throughout her body, one thought occurred to her. There really wasn't any reason to be too hasty about getting a cure, for either them or her, now was there?
The scene in this chapter is based on the story arc about the Japanese Nanniichuan in VIZ translation volume 7, chapters 5 to 7, and most specifically chapter 7. Alternatively, this was volume 8 chapter 11 in the original Japanese volumes, or chapter 80 out of 407 in the overall chapter count. In canon, it turned out that the Japanese Nanniichuan had been closed long before, and all Ryoga had done was to break a water main under the locker room floor.
Note from H. Saotome, 2016-07-21: Added chapter.
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